29 May 2012

on my kind of garden

Mile End Park, on top of the Arts Pavilion
I went to the Chelsea Flower show last Wednesday.  I started to write a post about it the following day, but somehow it just didn't work out.  Not that we didn't have a perfectly nice day, it's just that I'd had enough of it by the time I got home.  So let's move on to my kind of garden, small spaces that give you a lift when you pass through, sometimes by design, or just by chance.  

For weeks now the narrow border that runs along the top of the Art Pavilion in Mile End park has been enchanting me.  It's shifted through violet, blue and yellow and keeps on changing.  Every time I cycle by something slightly different is happening, and the over the hot days of last week with the temperature rising so dramatically, all the alliums came into bloom.  All through the local public spaces, unmown grass has grown lush with the rain, meadow flowers peep through and paths of desire carved by foxes are faintly visible.

Holy Trinity Churchyard, Morgan Street
At the allotment on Mudchute, foxgloves invaded the herb garden and it seemed right to just let them do their thing and worry about the oregano and thyme next week.  Anyway, the parsley and coriander have come up at last, and we can eat those instead.

Foxgloves at Mudchute
Down at Spitalfields City Farm, where I managed to buy some wool based slug deterrent at their Wool Fair, the approach path was lush with an abundance of vegetables growing in their raised beds, wild garlic, cardoons - or perhaps artichokes?

Wild garlic, Spitalfields City Farm
Back at home, where the garden is deliberately "dry", you have to catch the sunshine while you can as our Pollypod knows.

Polly flakes out

And if the sun goes in, we'll just have to make do with the graffiti window boxes along the canal that saw us through those long weeks of rain and greyness,

and wait for the trees to bear fruit.

Not a single bonkers Jubilee bedding scheme in sight. And you don't have to pay a penny to see them.


knit nurse said...

There's certainly something special about watching a small patch of green change through the seasons, and even more so of coming across floral delights in unexpected urban corners. I've been enjoying seeing the new planting in a couple of parks around New Cross come into bloom for the first time, it's interesting to see what is flourishing and what works in the landscaping and planting details. Much of it is very subtle and as a result already looks like it's been there for years. I love the bits of grass they leave unmown which flower throughout the year.

shandy said...

Love that picture of foxgloves. This is one of those years where we have to work with the season - our seed potatoes rotted in the ground for the first time ever.

colleen said...

KN- I do think the more natural approach to planting in public spaces is what is needed. Somehow, even though it is "managed" it gives the impression of being completely natural. Poppies, daisies, cowslips, vetches - you can see all of these locally in London.

Shandy - I was at the plot this evening and those foxgloves are about as tall as me now. And there seems to be more of them too. Lovely.

Rattling On said...

My Mother has lovely foxgloves, they seem to like her garden, I just get a few. I have loads of wildflowers and blow-ins in the garden. I really only wage war on the buttercups and butter burr. The uncut lawn has some lovely little white flowers in it at the moment (not daisies!!). I must photo them before I have to tidy the garden.

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Mark and Gaz said...

The natural style of planting is lovely, especially the foxgloves.

Gaz: Alternative Eden

Annie Cholewa said...

I am so with you on your kind of garden ... the wild and the slightly unkempt does it for me every time. I have to say I'd always swop Chelsea and it's ilk for a proper cottage garden in the country, a well planted potager, and am amble along a cow parsley lined lane.